Something in the way he looks at me reassures me. There is pride there, and adoration, and I return his smile shyly. Why should I be worried that he thinks me unattractive? It is his foal that I carry - and he should be proud. Our child will be strong, both physically and mentally, and we will make a wonderful family. After all, we both hold the same values, both having never truly experienced having a family, not in the way we should have. But he does not know that about me. Perhaps it is time that I tell him why it is so important to me to have a family. But at his words, I melt, and all thoughts are pushed aside. His nape is wrapped around mine, and I bury my face in his mane, taking in his scent. He is worried, and I can understand. Not only are we both busy, but this will also be our first foal. He has to be wondering if he will make a good father, just as I have been wondering if I will make a good mother. And how are we to know before it happens? I have faith that everything will work out - after all, my faith has gotten me this far in life, and I am more happy than I could possibly describe. I do worry, though - I worry for Note, a soldier, for though he is strong and skilled, a warrior's life is a dangerous one. I would not like to have found him only to lose him to an opponent. I worry for our foal, hoping that it will be born healthy and strong. I worry for myself, praying that I can be enough for everyone - a good enough mate, a good enough mother, a good enough friend... "I have been fine, my love," I tell him, a soft chuckle escaping my lips. "I understand why you are busy, and I have spent much of my time with Rowan. She and I are quite close. Rest assured that she is taking very good care of me." The foal has begun to kick again, and I imagine that it is interested in Note's voice. "I want to show you something," I tell him, and a spark of excitement lights in my orbs. "Feel along my belly; the foal is kicking, you can feel it! It's the strangest thing..." Another kick. I watch him beseechingly, wanting him to feel what I feel, to feel what we created. |
"Talk talk talk." |
Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried... |
for the rest of your life [Note,open]
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